Thursday, December 6, 2012

A Prayer Before the End

Knowledgeable poet Gay Reiser Cannon, host of tonight's FormForAll at dVerse, has invited us to try our hand at writing a quatern. Both rhyme and meter play a role in this form--I kept pretty close to exactness, but there are a few slight metrical replacements along the way. This was super fun--it's amazing how much can be learned by adhering to a form. Anyway, in the spirit of the end of the world predicted for this month . . .

36 comments:

ha. would be nice to pick our own time...and be able to cut the lights out ourselves when we are done...i would like to think you will be fine through the end of the year...i bought the mayans a new calendar...smiles...nicely done to form...

This may be presumptuous but I do not think the world will end this month. I have received nothing in the mail from my direct line to God:)Nice use of the form. There is a gentleness that runs through all your poetry which is very pleasing..a reasoned equilibrium and peace, that no matter how old I get to be, I am sure, I will never possess.

I can't argue with a direct God-line, now can I? Thanks Cress, for appreciating the gentleness I try to incorporate into my work--it's damned hard work, so that is as fine a compliment as I could wish for.

...i think your Quatern is the truth... full of contentment rather than anticipation on things not yet existing or happening... as you said all former things will pass away, this is indeed really true and if all just accept it and believe in it noone will ever be a victim of deception... a perfect voice to go with the form.. smiles..

I think most people feel that way...that they want just a little more time. there are always more simple pleasures to be had, though planting a garden wouldn't be on my list, the walk sound devine and the kids–I could watch them for an eternity.

Thanks RMP--the work of gardening isn't for everyone I guess, but there are plenty of ways to get the most out of each day. I think of that quote from Emerson, one of my favorites: "I wish the days to be as centuries, loaded, fragrant." (From memory, so it may not be exact. You get the drift.)